I think, I will buy for myself,
A dream – a fair size too,
Where I could be all that,
I ever wished to be:
All that stuff, dreams are made of.
Let me keep it tucked away,
Safe and secure in my bedside draw,
To save it for a rainy day,
When I am feeling low,
And every thing seems to go wrong,
When the night is long and lonely,
And the sun takes such a long time,
To rise and shine.